Love's Unforseen Turn ~metanoia✨

Chapter-25

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The door creaked open, and Abhimanyu stepped inside the dimly lit room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. His eyes immediately fell on Aarushi, sprawled across the bed, a chaotic whirlwind of papers surrounding her.

The sight was both endearing and concerning. She was bent over with concentration, her brows furrowed in frustration as she muttered to herself, the words barely audible but laced with exasperation.

"Why are you still awake love? It’s quite late "Abhimanyu said, moving closer, his voice gentle yet concerned.

Aarushi barely registered his presence. She flicked her pen against the paper with a sharp *tap, tap*, her attention glued to the task at hand.

The papers fluttered slightly with each movement, but she remained oblivious to him."Baby what's going on" he asked again, his tone softer now, almost coaxing.

With a sudden jerk, Aarushi slammed her hand down on the scattered papers, her frustration bubbling over. "Aapko dikh nahi Raha mai kam ker rahi hu..Pehle hi mera dimag us principal  ne kharab ker rakha hai.Aapko pata hai kitna Kam hai mujhe. Abhi Attendance count kerni hai or ye papers ke marks evaluate kerne, phir ek hi chij ki teen list banani ek principal ke liye ,ek ptm ke liye or ek record rakhne ke liye or aapko hai ki baar baar disturb kerna hai bich mai "she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended, echoing in the quiet of the room.

Abhimanyu stood there, taken aback, a mix of surprise and concern washing over his features. He watched her for a moment, the tension in her shoulders evident.

He didn't say anything for a minute.Aarushi took a deep breath, pausing to collect herself."Ab bolo Kuch” she demanded, her eyes narrowing at him, daring him to respond.

“Should I tell the principal to stop giving these types of works? Or should I change him?"Abhimanyu suggested, his voice casual, as if he were discussing the weather. "Or should I kill him?"

Aarushi stared at him, her expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. "Aap thode se pagal hai kya... Ye to kam hai sabko kerna hi padega. Kuch kerne ki jarurat nahi aapko or agar mujhe pata chala ki aapne kuch kerne ki koshish ki to dekh lena "Her voice rose again, fueled by the frustration that had been building all night.

“Okay,” he muttered, holding up his hands in mock surrender, the hint of a smile threatening to break through his facade of seriousness.

She shot him one last glare before returning to her papers, the scribbles of ink and crumpled sheets around her a testament to her struggle.

Abhimanyu glanced at the clock on the wall. It was well past midnight. She had to get some sleep. She is already tired He thought to himself.

"Tell me what to do. I’ll do it,” he offered, his tone shifting to something more earnest, his heart softening at the sight of her weary form. "You should get some rest, baby. It’s quite late."